ABSTRACT
Marie-Claude Vincent’s Le Ravin du monde (1988) is a love story in the most serious sense of the term, and displays a remarkable sensibility. Her at once acute and unembellished style has nothing surrealist about it, yet the reader of her prose may well think of the cult that André Breton and his friends made of absolute love. This is the favorite theme of this too little-known writer born in 1952.
